I bolted upright, quickly but silently, startled from my nightmare. I was the worst I've had in days, which is saying something. I looked around and scanned the cave we were in; there was a charred pile of wood in the middle. We, the Flock, were sleeping around the wood, feet facing away from it, in a circle varying by age. Angel, the youngest, was at the back of the cave, her blonde curls wrapping around her face, making her name fit perfectly. Most of the time.

The Gasman, age 8, was next to her. They were the only ones in the flock that were related by blood. Or so they thought.

Next to him was Nudge who was 11, like me. She was the only one that was African-American out of the flock. Nudge and I looked strangely alike, except for skin tone and hair texture. Her hair was fluffy, while mine was in curls. I've always known the reason, that we're twins, but I've never told anyone. When the time comes…

After Nudge is me, then Iggy. He's the most understanding one of all of us. I don't know how many times I've gone up to him for help. I still feel sorry for him that he's blind, but Iggy seems to have gotten used to it.

To his right is Fang. Most people would consider Fang emo, but his personality suits him. Always wearing black, silent, but he's the strongest, no matter what Max thinks. Moving on to his right is Maximum Ride, or Max. She's our leader, because she's 1) Smart (not as much as me, but you get the point) 2) Fearless and 3) got an attitude that could send you tumbling to next tuesday.

Seeing the Flock safe made me feel better, so I got back into my place between Nudge and Iggy. I slowly drifted off to sleep, and dreamed about all those things that I one day would have to spill. The thinks that the flock didn't know. After all, they were smart, though last time I checked, I had an IQ of 620. They were bound to figure it out sooner or later, but I can't hold it in for that much longer, anyways...